hello, for those who already know me, but also those who don't, I'm Jupiter, and obiously in love with horses. Now this is going to be a different. Because I'm writing the story on Wattpad I'll simply be posting the link to my story, and putting up a description of my story as well as it's prologue. I really hope you like it c:
It's new and not far along, I haven't finished the first chapter yet, But it's getting there c:
It's new and not far along, I haven't finished the first chapter yet, But it's getting there c:
Rescue horse
Description/blurb
When her father comes home with three horses in his float, each horse skinny and bearing long hooves, Tessa helps bring back life to a stallion and the two mares. After forming a strong bond with the stallion and bringing the two mares back up, she sells the two mares on for future care. But when her stallion falls ill with colic, she worries he won't pull through. She's always been annoyed, upset that she's never properly clicked with any of her horses, and now she knows why, and is heart broken that he's dying.
Prologue
Tears swelled in my eyes as I lay with him. His creamy patterned coat was dull showing his illness. I could feel the tear slip from my eye as I heard my father talking to Jones outside. I listened, my heart breaking with each word. I looked up as my dad said he was going down to Jones's office. I briefly nodded before I gently stroked Chester's cheek as he rested his head on my lap, my back against the wall as I let my head fall back against the wall as a few more tears fell onto Chester's cheek. A low rumbling sigh left his body, I knew how much pain he was in, I knew he that if he didn't get back up he would only get worse.
I let my eyes close as I faded back to memories with him, from the day my father brought him to the first day of our competition. I smiled at the thought, more tears creating stains on my face. I held onto those memories, letting my eyes drift back down to my stallions palomino cheek. I blinked twice, as I looked at him with a slight frown, lifting my hand to his nostrils to feel his breath. Where was his breath? Why wasn't he breathing! "Chester? no, no... please Chester get up! Please! no, no, you can't! Chester get up! please!" the once light tears had created streams, pouring from my eyes as I screamed his name, trying to wake him up. "Dad!" I cried out loudly and in moments he was kneeling at my side holding my limp body, I screamed in pain, all I could feel was the pain, There was nothing. My worst nightmare had come to life, he had died. I couldn't see, the tears clouded my vision. I could barley feel my fathers arms wrapping tightly around my body until I could break free. My voice was cloudy, broken, but my heart was worse than it looked. My heart had been shattered, it was destroyed.
